Please Love Me, Mr. George novel Chapter 267

Chapter 267 One Wrong Step and all Would be Lost 5.

| had too much to do today, so | went straight to my study and turned on the news. As expected, Luna's videos, which were unveiled at the hotel

tonight, have mostly leaked out.

But what surprised me was that when the Lewis family had the power to suppress it, as Marcus said, they didn't seem to step in.

Luna herself didn’t make a move, as if she was trying to spare me.

| wanted to call Alex, but it was late, so | gave up.

| sat in the study for a while, and when | got back to the bedroom, Dennis still hadn’t come out of the bathroom.

Dennis always took quick showers and usually came out in about 10 minutes. I's been sitting in the study for a while. He should be out by now.

| was worried that something might happen to him, so | walked up to the bathroom door, raised my hand and knocked on the door. “Dennis, are you

there?” said |.

No one answered!

Afraid that something might happen to him, | raised my hand and turned the knob. | thought he'd lock it, but | wrenched it.

| pushed the door open. There was a hot, humid mist inside, and | said, “Dennis...”

Before | could finish, his abs popped up, and | unconsciously looked up.

He withdrew his hand, as if he had just come to open the door.

| froze and said awkwardly, “Are you done?”

He said yes. Probably because he had just come out of the bath, he looked very handsome, and his hair was a little damp.

| staggered, and he came out of the bathroom, his lower body wrapped in a towel, moving briskly to wipe moisture from his hair.

How could he be so... cool when he was sick?

Good for him. Today, my makeup was 4 little heavy, so | went directly to the bathroom to remove it and wash my face and take a shower.

There was a washing machine in the bathroom and | threw my clothes in.

Dennis's suit was couture. It had to be sent to the cleaners.

| saw the blue thing in the laundry basket. It was his new shorts.

| picked it up and cleaned it on the sink. He did most of his own laundry on weekdays.

The rest was mostly sent out to the laundry, and occasionally he would throw some in the washing machine.

I’d been married to him for three years, and I'd barely done any laundry for him. Came to think of it, he always seemed to put

me first, except for Olivia.

I was in a Zone when he opened the bathroom door. His handsome face dulled for a moment at the sight of the blue object in

my hand, and then he said nonchalantly, “You’re going to break it!”

I froze for a moment, subconsciously looked down and saw that it was fine. My cheeks burned. “I need to wash mine anyway.”

He pursed his lips and his dark eyes were metaphorical, but he said nothing. He went into the bathroom and took the watch he

had just removed from the cupboard.

Then he glanced briefly at the clothes in my hands, pursed his lips, and went out!

I...

Why did I always find this so awkward when we were married?

When I came out of the bathroom, Mario was already there. Dennis sat down in a chair and asked him to check him out.

Mario was involved in Chinese medicine and Western medicine, so he liked to use both methods in his treatment.

When I came out of the bathroom, he withdrew his hand, took some medicine out of the medicine cabinet, and said, “Take your medicine if you don't want to die. She’s back. Don’t screw yourself up.”

Dennis’s icy stare smothered the rest of his words.

Mario laughed, packed his medicine kit and prepared to leave. I followed him downstairs.